Feng Tian's head hit the ground.
A fountain of blood gushed from his severed neck.
His headless corpse toppled stiffly onto the gray land floating in the void.
The impact kicked up a cloud of dust.
Violent spatial fluctuations came from the distance.
That lifeless stretch of void suddenly began to twist.
A dark-gold, spindle-shaped Flying Boat tore through the chaotic currents of laws and forced its way into the area.
A young man in brocade stood at the prow.
His expression was sinister, his features somewhat resembling Feng Tian's, though more sharply defined and severe.
He wore luxurious magical robes, with intricate runes swirling around him.
He unleashed the full pressure of a Half-step True Lord without restraint.
The surrounding space visibly distorted beneath that pressure.
Before the Flying Boat had even come to a stop, the young man's furious roar rang throughout the void.
"Thirty-seventh brother!"
His voice brimmed with rage and disbelief.
He saw the headless corpse lying on the ground.
He also saw Chen Changqing standing quietly beside it.
The brocade-clad young man's eyes widened, veins bulging on his forehead as fury twisted his handsome face.
"Chen Changqing!"
"Do you really think your Shushan is invincible?!"
"Today, I, Feng Yu, tenth young tower master of the Heavenly Secrets Tower, will kill you!"
"Kill him!"
Feng Yu swept his hand sharply, his wide sleeves snapping in the fierce wind.
More than twenty figures instantly rushed out of the Flying Boat.
Every one of them was at the Tribulation Crossing stage.
Several had even reached the tribulation crossing peak stage.
They wore identical black combat outfits and white masks devoid of facial features.
Their auras were linked, their movements perfectly synchronized.
They were clearly elite deathsworn painstakingly trained by the Heavenly Secrets Tower.
This force was countless tiers